Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)
I remember how Viktor looked at her in my apartment after my father died. He definitely had a thing for her. So while he may be willing to kill me, I don’t think he actually plans to unless I press his hand.
Or at least not until he has my mother’s money. This crazy plan doesn’t work without her. Maybe he really is dreaming of living out the rest of his life on the Canary Islands with my mother at his side.
Alexei returns with styrofoam containers of Italian food—ravioli and linguini. I sit cross-legged on one of the beds and pick at my container of noodles. My mom comes and sits beside me, shoulder to shoulder, like we’re on some kind of family vacation.
As if we ever stayed in a hotel this dumpy in the past.
“Mama,” I murmur. “You should have told me your plan.”
“It was safer this way, darling,” she says.
Safer.
Gospodi. I don’t want to be safe. I want to be with Maxim. And now she’s ruined that.
Even though I’m starving, the food seems to sit like a rock in my belly. After a few bites I just stir the contents around.
I’m about to get up and throw the rest away when the door bursts open.
Maxim
“They’re mine,” I snarl before Pavel slides the keycard we stole from housekeeping through the slot in the door.
I’ve never wanted to spill blood more. They took from me the only thing I’ve ever had worth keeping. The only thing precious to me.
I don’t even know how to grieve her. I just want to obliterate everyone who had anything to do with her death from the planet.
I screwed a silencer on my gun. The moment I kick open the door I find a head to point it at and shoot. Alexie dead. Viktor dead.
“Hold.” Ravil grabs my wrist and swings my arm toward the ceiling when I turn to aim and shoot the next asshole on my list. “Maxim.”
My brain stutters in shock.
There, on the bed, sits my beautiful bride. Very much alive. Sitting beside her mother, eating pasta from a container like I didn’t just have my fucking heart ripped out.
Fuck.
Me.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
No.
This can’t be.
I shake my head slowly from side to side in disbelief.
She...played me?
Again?
She fucking played me.
Lied and betrayed me again.
This—this burns even worse than her death.
So much worse. Because if she was dead, I would at least have had her memory to nurture. To hold and remember and treasure until the day I died.
But this?
This I definitely won’t come back from. Not with any shred of humanity or trust left in me. I thought women were untrustworthy before, but I will never be able to touch a woman again without tasting the ash of betrayal in my mouth.
“Maxim,” she croaks, slowly lowering the container of pasta.
“Don’t speak to me,” I order, and then I turn and walk out, leaving Ravil to do my job as a fixer and clean up the holy mess I left behind.
Chapter 20
Sasha
Shock made me freeze when Maxim came in. Seeing him so deadly—gunning down Viktor and Alexei with military precision, a bullet right between their eyes—stunned me.
And it demolishes my heart because he’s doing it for me—avenging my supposed death.
I want to run at him and throw myself in his arms… until Ravil stops him from pointing the gun at me, and I see the betrayal on his face. The color drains from it. His eyes go dead. He shakes his head, his gaze on me murderous.
That’s when my heart stops beating altogether.
Not physically, but emotionally.
The man I love—the only man I’ve ever loved—the only man who’s ever loved me now hates me.
He believes I duped him. The shreds of our existence flutter down around my ears, forming a terrible, horrible pattern.
His mother—lying to him about coming back.
Me—telling lies about him to get him banished.
And now this—what must seem like the biggest betrayal of all.
He must believe it was all fake. All a lie. That I played along until I had my chance to steal my fortune away from him. Leaving him heartbroken and alone.
And me sipping Mai Tais on a beach in Spain with my mother.
Neither my mother nor I made a peep during the shooting. No screams. No movement. It’s like we’re the prey animals whose only protection is going perfectly still.
“Maxim.” I finally make my voice work, force my lips to move.
“Don’t speak to me.” He turns and leaves the hotel room, taking my life—my future—everything I ever wanted and more—with him.
Ravil, Pavel and two soldiers I don’t know crowd in the room.
It takes me a few seconds to realize Ravil’s gun is still out, and he’s considering me and my mother. I remember my mom orchestrated Vladimir’s death, and Ravil must know that.
“Ravil,” I croak. “It was them.” I point at the dead men on the floor. Men I can’t find it in me to feel one ounce of sadness for. I don’t believe my mother cares much, either. “My mother and I are the victims here.” Now I’ve become the liar Maxim believes me to be.